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Dead or Alive.
I've, picked all of my bone.
Sharpened all my jagged teeth.
I'm a blood baths slur.
Dead or alive, it sometimes come twice.
My bodies a disease.
It crumbles pieces to dust.
Laying waste in it's blur.
Cutting all losses to life.
Dead man walking, bleeding the knife.
Livings just death to survive.
I lived in total darkness.
Eaten all the scrambling mice.
So dam rotten the fur.
My only friends the maggots.
Said, listen to our blinded advice.
Eat flesh in the night.
Alter egos searching of cure.
Never speaking a word to the wise.
Seeing nothing of evil.
Hearing dead, and filter their echoing lies.
Dead or alive.
My soul suffering the quiver.
The one they call the maker.
Deaths advocate alive, a fallen angel in disguise.
Given wings made of hazel.
My souls been tainted of pure.
But not through Satan's paisley eyes.
I'm an undertakers fool.
Hahaha, what luck, a fucking surprise.
I'm living an eternity of hell.
Long after I die.
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